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This Emily Dickinson poem reminds me of Langston HughesDreams. There are  direct and indirect metaphors to birds and a sense hope and dreams feed to lighten one’s spirit.

Being mindful of one’s dreams can give a person hope and something to look forward to. It is not to say we lose ourselves in our dreams, living in a fantasy. Our dreams nourish a hope essential to sustain our spirit and who we are becoming as a person.

Dreams call to us, even in challenging times. We share them with others and they bring hope, not to one person, but to a larger collective. Dreams and hope exist as questions, which we can reflect on alone and together.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Here is the Langston Hughes poem.

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

About ivonprefontaine

I am a retired educator who recently completed a PhD at Gonzaga University in Spokane, WA. My dissertation topic and research was how teachers experience becoming who they are as teachers, as human subjects. For me, teaching is a calling and vocation that allows me to express who I am as a person. Currently, I am waiting and listening to what will call me. We have begun a small consulting and leadership firm called Rocky River Leadership & Consulting Ltd.

17 responses »

  1. I much prefer Emily Dickinson. The flow is so much better.
    Hugs

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  2. I am familiar with both these poems from my high school days! Good to be reintroduced 😉

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  3. Dreams are essential to living a life beyond the strains of the world. Wonderful post! ❤

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  4. A dear friend always said, “Hope is a tow rope.” Without it we are left adrift.

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  5. Hope. Dreams. Sometimes the same thing.

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  6. The two are amazingly similar and I like both. Don’t believe I had ever heard either before. Thanks

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  7. I’m delighted by the number of things that were once thought of as mere fantasy that had become reality.

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  8. I like both poems, but Langston Hughes’ poem talks to me more.

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  9. This is one of my favorites of hers. Dreams and hopes – what else is there?

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